Kayla
Damien’s eyes didn't leave mine, his voice dropping into that dark, heavy register. "That red dress is dangerous," he said, his gaze tracing the curve of my mouth. "But honestly? It would look much better crumpled in a heap on the floor."
I let out a soft laugh, trying to break the heavy tension in the air. "That was incredibly cheesy. Do you actually expect that to work on me?"
"I don't need pickup lines, Kayla," he countered, his hand reaching out to snag my waist. "Come here."
He didn't wait for an answer. With one swift tug, Damien pulled me onto his lap. I ended up straddling him, my silk skirt hiking up high on my thighs as he held me firmly in place. "There," he murmured, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "That’s exactly where you belong."
I shifted against him, my
